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Seeing. (2008)
Some of us are like Thomas For when He brings His Love Until it’s tangible we don’t understand. We the ones who believe Because we saw the unbelievable The One so many lost sheep Can’t begin to fathom And because we believe in the immeasurable They don’t believe when we explain For they are still waiting to see Or pushing Sight away. For the words of us – the prayerful That soften God’s heart. As the Light was before him And a child of Peace Stepped through to guide Him toward the entrance Through the Gate of Golden Beams As he was invited to the Throne On High, and he could no longer Be unbelieving.
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